Quotes About Imagination

Quote from Louise Penny a Canadian author. Wrote "How The Light Gets In" from an interview. "Having started as a voracious reader (and I still am), I know that reading is as creative as writing. The writer suggests, creates a character, a setting, an atmosphere. But it's the reader who brings it alive. Walks with the characters, sees the world, smells the wood smoke, tastes the café au lait and feels the biting cold on the tender cheek

What is essential is invisible to the eye. Knowledge, ideas, thoughts. Imagination. All invisible. All lived in libraries. But

Peter always had a 'best before' date stamped on his forehead," said Ruth. "People who live in their heads do. They start out well enough, but eventually they run out of ideas. And if there's no imagination, no inspiration to fall back on? Then what?

Maps gave them control over their surroundings, for the first time ever. It showed how to get from one place to another. It sounds simple now, but a thousand years ago it would have been an incredible feat of imagination and imagery. All maps are drawn as though looking down. From a bird's point of view. From their god's point of view. Imagine being the first person to think of that. To be able to wrap their minds around a perspective they'd never seen. And then draw it.

He was like an addict before a fix. Book freaks are like that, and not just old guys. Look at kids lining up for the latest installment of their favorite books. Stories, they're addictive." Gamache

What is essential is invisible to the eye. Knowledge, ideas, thoughts. Imagination. All invisible. All lived in libraries.

This was the worst story yet. The phantom life that might have been.

Knowledge, ideas, thoughts. Imagination. All invisible. All lived in libraries.

He looked at the canvas and saw bold swirls of reds and greens and yellows. And bright blues. All intermingled. They formed no image. And he got no feeling. He closed his eyes. Paused. When he opened them, he let the painting come to him. To enter through his heart, not his head. With Clara's painting, like all great works of creation, there was more than met the eye.

How'd he know there was a but? Not for the first time Beauvoir hoped Gamache couldn't actually read his mind. There was a lot of junk up there. As his grandfather used to say, 'You don't want to go into your head alone, mon petit. It's a very scary place.

Above them, a riot of stars formed horses and birds and magical creatures." Chapter 9 · Page 80 · Location 1434

Florence had made a tent of her bedding and was under it with a flashlight, reading The Little Prince.

her book. Ngaio Marsh. Myrna was re-reading the classics.

The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.

God, that means she's written more books than she's read,' said Ruth.

Muses work all day long," said Ruth. "And then at night get together and dance.

cobrador costume. A costume that

Cézanne. Riopelle and Lemieux. Kenojuak Ashevak.

Most fairy tales are pretty dark.

Jas, you are three hundred miles away. You would have to have nunga-nungas the size of France for Jock to be able to rest his hand on them.

Dance of the Sugar Plum Bikey. Yes, that's got a nice ring to it.

I could have stayed holding on to Masimo and riding round forever, round and round, like that bloke on that doomed phantom boat, The Flying Dutchman. Of course there are differences—he was not on a scooter, and I don't have a beard and I am not Dutch.

This is why aliens won't talk to us .

I love to dream, but I never try to dream and think at the same time.